“I sat down with these people and told them, ‘You want to do your killings? Do it in Oakland. Do it in Richmond. Do it elsewhere. But don’t do killing in San Francisco. It reflects badly on a black mayor.’”
- Former Mayor Willie Brown, on a meeting with S.F. gang leaders.
“Every so often you are reminded that sometimes there are two people who were never meant to know each other. When they meet there is a visceral reaction. The teeth clench, the hair on the back of the neck prickles. The two of you are a snake and a mongoose. A cat and a dog. Two Italian men behind the wheel of cars. It’s going to end in rage.”
… See, I have this problem, where I hold fans against their idols. I have few substantial reasons to dislike Pink Floyd for example, but since my idea of hell is being trapped in a room with a smoldering bowl and about four dirtbags expounding on Dark Side, I resent Pink Floyd. I think this phenoma extends past music, Bret, and is beautifully illustrated in recent years by things like Donnie Darko and libertarianism, in which the mediocre or simply inadvisable were lionized so long and so loud by insufferable people that they too became insufferable …
Me, personally I am most disappointed in the Balloon Boy Parents. I expected so much of them and they let me down terribly.
As someone who saw David Letterman as the exact way he was caricatured on The Larry Sanders Show (a cynical, self-loathing misanthrope with intimacy issues) my estimation of him was greatly enhanced this year.
He called the man’s bluff. He ‘fessed up and faced the music—all in one move. And the Palin thing? Icing on the cake.